"Over...here..." A weak voice called from somewhere behind Mob. The voice repeated itself until it got closer, rolling up to his muddied feet. It was a plain umbrella upon first blush, nothing but bamboo and washi paper--until it struggled with one final turn to reveal a singular giant eye to stare up at the boy.
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Date: 2024-06-05 05:47 pm (UTC)